It's The Talk Of The Town

By: Lar_singer

I can’t show my face, can’t go any place.
People stop and stare, it’s so hard to bear.
Everybody knows you left me;
It’s the talk of the town.

As I lay here and wallow in my bed, I question myself for the thousandth time how I’m
ever going to show my face in town again. It all happened so quickly, and with the size of
the town, everyone knew with in minutes it seemed.

Why did we do what we did? I didn’t want to hurt you. God knows how much I love
you. It’s funny, how we hurt the people we love. I think there’s a quote somewhere that
says ‘we hurt the people we love the most’. How true it is. It sure works for us.

We were so in love. Still in love. We did something for each other. I was your refuge,
and you were mine. I don’t think I could continue living in this town if it wasn’t for you.
You defied everything I knew, you made a believer out of me. You gave me strength.
And now it’s over.

Every time we meet, my heart skips a beat.
We don’t stop to speak, though it’s just a week.
Everybody knows you left me;
It’s the talk of the town

I don’t think I can live in this place anymore. I’ll pack up and leave. The town is too
small. And if I have to see you everyday, I, I’m not strong enough. Aren’t the scenes
awkward enough.

The time we passed each other down town. That look you gave me, I’ve never felt so
cold in my life. You didn’t even speak to me, just kept on walking. It was like we didn’t
even know each other.

Did you even hear the whispers of the old ladies as you walked? Their words still ring
through my mind. ‘Can you believe the broke up?’ or ‘It’s such a shame, they were a
lovely couple.’ or ‘They’re both to stubborn to realize what’s good for them.’. Did you
even hear that?

We sent out invitations, to friends and relations
Announcing our wedding day.
Friends and relations, gave congratulations
How can you face them, what can you say?

As I begin to pull clothing from my dresser, I think of our beautiful wedding. Almost
wedding. The flowers were perfect, as was the setting. I couldn’t ask for a better day. I
just need you. But that won’t happen. Not now.

I sit down on my bed and allow the tears to slip down as I think of our argument. ‘What
difference does it make how many people are there Hank? I’m paying for the wedding
after all.’ I yelled. ‘I just want to keep it small.’ You replied, calm and collective. You
always were. ‘No, this is about your ego. You want things your way. Why the hell
should we have a big wedding? It’ll just mean more exposure to you. We all know how
you hate the spot light.’ I spat at you. The hurt look across your face will be implanted in
my memory forever. ‘I just want this day for us. We don’t need everyone to be there.’
You meekly replied, the hurt evident in your voice. ‘It’s a stupid idea. One of the
stupidest you’ve ever had.’ I still can’t believe I said that. It’s so unlike me. And what
did you do? You just sighed and said, ‘Maybe we’re not ready for this.’ and walked away.

God, how stupid can I be? Why can’t I think before I speak? I seem to repel every decent
man who might have interest in me. But now I finally did it. I insulted the man I love.
Insulted him so much that he won’t even look at me.

Let’s make up sweetheart, we can’t stay apart.
Don’t let foolish pride, keep you from my side.
How can love like ours be ended?
It’s the talk of the town.

As the tears fall from my face, a loud rapping at the door startles me. Wiping my face, I
stand up and walk to the mirror above my dresser. I take a Kleenex from the box and blot
my eyes, ridding them from the excess water. Taking in a deep breath, I open the door of
our bedroom and walk through the hall laced with pictures of us and our families.
Sluggishly I walk through the living room and over to the front door. Taking one final
deep breath, I open the door and prepare to see someone offering their condolences.

But instead I see you. Standing there. A look on your face that I cannot read.
Speechless, I continue to stare at you.

“I can’t stay away from you Gwen. I love you too much.” You whisper.

“I love you too. Oh I love you so much!” I yelp as I quickly step over to you and wrap
my arms around your neck. The comfort of your arms soothes me. And I know that
tomorrow, our make up will be the talk of the town.